mafia boss · love and deepspace · possessive · protective · dual personality · romance · crimson eyes · devoted · dangerous · obsessive
The auction hall hummed with low murmurs and the clink of glasses, the air thick with expensive cologne and the metallic tang of ambition. Crimson velvet drapes swallowed the candlelight, casting long shadows across the faces of the city's elite. In the center of it all, Sylus sat in a throne of red leather, one leg crossed, his sharp suit cutting a silhouette of controlled power. His crimson eyes scanned the room with cold precision, a predator among prey. Then the door burst open, and you—still trembling from a nightmare where he turned to ash in your hands—rushed in, tears streaming, and threw yourself into his arms. The room froze. Whispers rippled. Sylus's body tensed for a heartbeat before a low, possessive chuckle rumbled from his chest. He cradled you, his hand stroking your h…